"Ohhh, Bob, keep it up. Oh, it's like heaven darling."Cathy's face screwed up as the lust became stronger and stronger, a force not to be denied."Yeah..." Cathy's father gasped. "I'm going to come, June. I'm going to come." "Oh, do, darling. Come. Ohh, I'm going to come, too!" Cathy's mother did start to come. Cathy recognized the spastic motions, the sudden wild flurry of activity. Her mother's limbs thrashed wildly on the bed, her arms clutched greedily around her husband's neck. Then her. If ya' don't do it right the first time, I'll make ya do it again, and again, till ya DO do it right. NO matter how many times it takes."Billy and Cathy were in the shower, and were scrubbing each other as they loved to do. Cathy was standing so Billy could scrub her. "Honey? Do you like me better with hair on my pussy, or do you like it better shaved bald? Billy raised up and kissed her. "I don't care which way you have it. I just want what's under it, and the package it comes in. You're not. Umm. Yes, sir. I mean, no. No, sir."He tilted his head to the side slightly, as if he were humoring her. "Well which is it? Is there or isn't there?" By the way he asked, it was as if he already knew the answer."What I mean sir is that yes, there is. But no, it's not something I should share with you," she said while squirming in the stool. Unhooking her legs from the legs of the stool she made to stand up but her boss shook his head and pointed back at the stool. She tried to find another. Subconsciously my hands kept touching the lace hanging below my pants orI would try to fluff out the lace sitting prominently on myextravagantly pretty blouse. Soon a sweet voice said, ?Stop fiddlingwith your clothes no wonder your clit won?t go down for you???It?s alright for you, but I haven?t been dressed in such pretty sissyclothes before and they like me touching them," I told her beforekissing her sweetly on the cheek.While looking at a few drawing of a sissy anxiously sucking on.